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Keep an Open Mind or Else Belladonna Fred Baker stared at the letter that had been mocking him all morning. The letter had been pushed under his door the night before. Fred kept rereading the letter hoping that it would convey something other than what he remembered the words conveying. The crudely pieced together lettering instructed him to meet his mysterious blackmailer at a local pub en femme or his secrets would be revealed to everyone he knew. Fred had many secrets that could damage him if they were exposed. Given the demand, he was sure that someone had discovered his cross-dressing, which he engaged in when his girlfriend left town on vacations and business trips. Fred feared, however, that it was someone who knew that he was stealing office supplies from his employer. Fred had noticed other employees doing it and figured that he should go along with it to fit in with his coworkers. Fred did not see it as much of a crime, but he wondered what the penalties would be for it if he was caught. Still, Fred was sure that the blackmail letter was directed at his cross-dressing. The terms of the non-disclosure required him to go out in public en femme. Consequently, it was the only secret Fred was sure his blackmailer had on him. Fred wondered who his blackmailer was, how they knew him and how they discovered his secret. Fred had decided long ago that he could never tell a sole about his lifelong obsession with dressing up as a member of the opposite sex. He withheld that secret from everyone, including his girlfriend of five years. Fred took great pride in his ability to hide it from Sophia, but he was unsure of how long he would be able to keep the secret from her as he was unsure of what the terms of keeping the secret between him and his blackmailer would be. At some point, he figured, the demands would be too great on him, and he would have to tell Sophia himself before the blackmailer told her. The letter told him what to wear. He was instructed to wear a dress and nude pantyhose. Fred had a dress in his secret stash of feminine clothing and he knew he could wear a pair of Sophia's nude pantyhose as she was only two inches shorter than him and they were of a similar build. The nude pantyhose demand required Fred to shave his legs. While his body was largely hairless, he did have noticeable hair on his legs. He knew that removing it would strike his girlfriend as odd, but he figured that he would have time to come up with a reasonable excuse before she came back home, even if such an excuse was alluding him at that time. Sophia's departure for a business trip was his only saving grace that weekend. Fred was relieved that he was able to get ready to meet with his would be extortionist en femme without the prospect of her being around the condominium unit they shared. Fred stepped into the bathroom and turned on the shower. He got into and began the process of removing the hair from his legs. He had done it before, but not since he had begun his relationship with Sophia. Hairy legs were part of the concessions he figured he had to make to engage in a normal relationship with a woman. Fred slowly drew his girlfriend's pink razor up his leg and carefully cleaned the hair of the blades when he was through. Fred got out of the shower and toweled himself off before he walked into his bedroom to begin getting dressed. The first thing Fred put on was a pair of Sophia's panties. He then placed on the nude pantyhose that his blackmailer required him to wear. Fred felt foolish as he put them on. While he loved the way his hairless legs looked and felt in them, he could not believe that he was letting himself be manipulated by a vague threat. Fred could not understand how the person blackmailing him knew anything about cross-dressing. Fred figured that it had to be someone from him past that had made some vague discovery about him and had just caught up to him or found out how well he was doing at his job and was looking for easy money. As Fred put on one of Sophia's bras, Fred began to fear that his blackmailer had nothing on him, but was only trying to obtain blackmail material to hold over his head. Fred thought about standing the extortionist up, but he wondered if he had violated software licenses at his job. He knew that he frequently skated on the edge of illegality at work, at his bosses' insistence, and wondered if someone knew that he had accidentally broken the law. Fred figured that his career could be over if he was turned in. Fred closed his eyes and took a deep breath before he stuffed his bra with his socks. Fred felt as if he had no choice but to confront his would be extortionist on the extortionist's terms. Fred reached down and picked up his cap sleeved, black and white tweed dress. He slipped it on over his head and reached for the rear zipper. With some difficulty, he managed to pull it up before he picked up his three inch heeled, black slingback wedges and carried them into the hallway. After he put his wedges down, Fred walked back into the bathroom and began to put on his makeup. He put on foundation, lipstick and mascara to help make his face appear more feminine. Fred tried to make his makeup appear understated so as to not attract unwanted attention. Once he was done with putting his makeup on, Fred took hold of his wig, which he kept hidden in a part of his closet that he was sure his girlfriend could never get into. Fred put the wig on and secured it to his hair with his girlfriend's bobby pins. Fred smiled at his feminized appearance. He thought that he looked a fair amount like his girlfriend whenever he was en femme. He fantasized at times about stealing her driver's license and trying to pass himself off as her, but he never could bring himself to do it as he knew the risks he would be running if he did so. The pocketbook he took out of Sophia's closet caught Fred's eyes as he stepped out of the bathroom. Fred walked over to it and put his wallet, keys and cell phone into the pocketbook before he slid his feet into his wedges. Fred took one last look in the mirror in the living room before he turned towards the door. Fred took a deep breath and smiled at his reflection as he believed that he was passable as a woman. He had passed as a woman in public when he was younger and more reckless; however, the last time that he had done that was seven years earlier. Fred knew, however, that men did not age the same as woman. Even though he was only in his early thirties, Fred feared that his increasing age had somehow reduced his ability to pass himself off as a woman in a way he could not perceive. Fred slowly opened the front door to his unit and peered outside. Happy to see that none of his neighbors were in the hallway, he rushed towards the elevator. He waited anxiously for the elevator doors to open on his floor after pressing the elevator button. As he heard the ping of the elevator bell at his floor, Fred felt a fluttering feeling in his stomach. A nervous sweat began to form on his brow as the doors opened to the empty elevator. Fred stepped inside and pulled at the above knee A-line skirt of his dress while he took deep breaths as the elevator made its way to the lobby. Fred tried to calm himself down. He tried to convince himself that he should be confident in his appearance. The elevator bell emitted its pinging noise as the doors opened to the lobby. A few people were waiting for the elevator. Fred felt relieved that he did not recognize their faces. Fred headed out of his building and walked down the street. A familiar feeling of exposure came over him. He had felt it years earlier when he went out in public en femme outside of the Halloween season when he could play off his feminized appearance off as a costume. Fred imagined everyone's eyes were on him even while no one paid much attention to him. Fred slipped down the streets doing his best to remain inconspicuous. As he saw the pub ahead not far down the road, Fred picked up his pace. Fred slipped in his wedges as he tried to run. Fred caught himself against the wall of a building to the amusement of two teenage boys who believed that they were staring at a clumsy woman. Fred blushed and headed towards the pub with a more conservative stride. Fred headed towards the pub's door and pushed his way through the doorway. He looked around the dank lit room that was largely empty and slinked towards a booth along the front wall. He forced himself up against the wall in effort to partially hide himself from the few patrons who were on the other side of the pub. As he sat in silence, wondering who was going to walk through the door and confront him, a waitress walked over to him and asked if he wanted anything to drink. Fred responded with a forced smile as he tried to respond without talking, knowing that his voice would give away his gender. The girl smirked at Fred's pantomiming before she asked, "Cat got your tongue, dear?" Fred shrugged and nodded before the girl pressed, "Well, you need to get something or you've got to hit the sidewalk." Fred sighed as he knew he would have to respond. He knew that he had to be there when his blackmailer walked in or a secret that would ruin his life would be potentially be exposed. Fred responded in the raspiest voice he could muster, "I'm sorry, I've got a bit of laryngitis and have to meet someone here. I'll take a Guinness." The waitress smirked at Fred and said, "Sure. Right away, hunny." Fred could see her trying to stifle herself to keep from laughing. Fred knew that his feeble attempt to disguise his masculine voice had failed miserably. The girl was well aware that Fred was a man and drag, and Fred could not help but feel embarrassed about that fact. As the waitress went and got the drink from the bartender, Fred squirmed in his seat, careful to look carefully at each person who walked through the door whenever he saw it open. While Fred watched someone come through the door, the waitress placed the drink down in front of him and said, "Here you are, sir." Distracted, Fred responded in his normal tone, "Thank you." The girl's giggling as she turned away from him made Fred blush. Fred sunk down in his seat as he felt weak and humiliated by his situation as he took a sip of his beer while the man who walked through the door passed by him, not giving him a second look. Fred tried to shake off his despondency at being discovered to be a cross-dresser by the young waitress as he figured that he would likely never see her again. While Fred tried to console himself with that thought, the pub's front door opened again. Fred's eyes grew wide as he saw the figure emerging through the doorway. Fred cowered in his seat as he saw his girlfriend walking towards his booth. He wondered if his blackmailer had told her to meet him or her at that location. 'It was a setup!' Fred thought to himself before he saw a smile come across his girlfriend's face as she noticed her cowering boyfriend. Sophia Amoroso sat down at the booth across from her boyfriend. She looked him over as Fred blushed furiously as he wondered what Sophia would say when she finally broke the silence between them. Sophia leaned over the table after a few moments and said, "Well, now I finally know the truth." Fred continued to blush as he put his head down as he awaited his girlfriend's admonishment. Sophia stared at her silent boyfriend for a few seconds as she waited for his response. As he remained silent, Sophia asked, "Do you want to know how I figured it out?" Fred nodded as he stared at the table, unable to meet his girlfriend's gaze. "I was cleaning the apartment last Saturday when you were out golfing. I ended up cleaning out your closet and found out about that nice false floor you put in." Fred blushed as he felt his heart sink as he thought about what Sophia had seen. Not long after Fred had purchased his condominium unit, he violated his purchase agreement by cutting out the floor in his closet. He secured self made storage devices between the bays of the floor that he covered up with the floor that was no longer secured to the beams. The piece of the floor simply rested on the beams instead. He also cut out small parts of the floor permanently so that he could lift the floor up easily and lean it against the back wall of his closet when he had time alone. Fred believed that no one would ever find out that the floor was not secured since there was a saddle in the doorway that separated the bedroom floor from the floor of his closet. The storage devices contained his meager feminine wardrobe. There were folded dresses, skirts, blouses and his wig as well as the wedges that he had to place on their sides to make them fit beneath the floor boards. Fred never kept underwear in it since he contented himself with wearing his girlfriend's because they were similar in size. Sophia saw that Fred was in thought and asked, "Don't you have anything to say?" Fred shook his head. Sophia stared at her boyfriend in silence for a moment before she asked, "Didn't you realize I've been trying to get you to admit this for the past week?" Fred looked at her strangely before Sophia rolled her eyes and continued, "I've been dropping hints that I've known all week. Can't you pick up on anything?" As Sophia laughed at Fred's oblivious nature, Fred thought back to the comments Sophia had made to him during the week. Fred thought that she was mocking his overtly effeminate traits. He never thought that she had any knowledge of his cross-dressing. "Why didn't you say something about this?" Fred asked, breaking his silence. Sophia smiled at him and said, "I was hoping that you would admit it to me on your own. You know I don't like it when my boyfriend keeps secrets from me." Fred nodded as he was well aware that Sophia did not tolerate him keeping secrets from her or lying to her even while he knew that she kept secrets from him and casually lied to him on a regular basis. Fred sighed before he replied, "I'm sorry about not telling you." Sophia went to respond but the waitress came over and asked if Sophia if she wanted anything to drink. Sophia gave the girl her order before the waitress asked if Sophia and Fred wanted anything to eat. Sophia gave an order for both of them without consulting Fred before the waitress walked away. Sophia smiled at Fred and said, "Now, where were we?" "I apologized," Fred answered in a shaking voice. Sophia noticed Fred's unease. He looked to be on the verge of tears as Sophia sat across from him while he was wearing makeup, pantyhose and a dress. Sophia gave him a sympathetic look and placed her hand on top of his as she said, "And I accept that apology." Fred gazed up at her as the waitress dropped off a glass of wine for Sophia. Sophia took a sip as Fred asked, "So where do we go from here?" "Are you trying to ask if we're over?" Fred nodded as his moved over the boat neckline of his dress and clasped his throat before he put his head down. Sophia swirled her wine in her glass as she smiled and said, "I guess that all depends..." As Sophia's voice trailed off at the end of her sentence, Fred asked, "On what?" "How you answer these questions, and you'd better be truthful." "Okay." "How long have you been doing this?" "Since I was a kid," Fred answered. "Do you think you're a woman?" "I'm not contemplating surgery," Fred responded with an awkward smile. "That's not what I asked," Sophia responded as she glared at him. Fred squirmed as he shook his head as he replied, "I just like wearing the clothing and feeling..." "Feeling what, pretty?" Sophia interjected as a smile came across her face. Fred nodded as he blushed and put his head down. "Are you feeling okay?" "I'm just stressed. I think you can figure out why." "Stressed about my questions?" "Look! I'm in a skirt and getting grilled like I'm before McCarthy or the Spanish Inquisition of panties," Fred replied in a forceful, but whispering tone. Sophia smirked as she replied, "You wish you were before them, I'm much more effective than any of those putzes." Fred shrugged and smiled as the waitress placed the food on the table. Sophia took some of it for herself and told Fred to do the same. As they began to eat, Sophia asked, "Whose panties are you wearing anyway?" Fred blushed before he replied in a hushed tone, "Yours." "I suppose you're wearing my pantyhose and my bra too." Fred nodded. "Well, if we're going to stay together, I expect you to get your own underwear. I don't mind sharing dresses with my girlfriends, but I don't share my intimates." Fred nodded and said, "Of course." As Fred stared at Sophia, he thought back to her casual reference to sharing clothing with her girlfriends. 'Does she think of me as one of her girlfriend's now?' Fred wondered. "Good. I'm glad we reached that understanding," Sophia said before she took another bite of her food. Fred nervously licked his lips and tasted the lipstick on them before he said, "Can I ask you a question." "I'll allow it," Sophia said with a smile after a pause. "When you say that we're staying together, do you mean as boyfriend and girlfriend or as girlfriends?" Sophia started to laugh. She covered her mouth and collected herself before she responded, "Didn't you just tell me that you're not a girl?" Fred blushed at the loudness of Sophia's voice as she said those words. Fred knew that others in the pub must have heard. He looked at her and said, "Please, keep your voice down." Sophia rolled her eyes and leaned across the table as she replied, "FYI, the waitress already told everyone in this place about you. You're a conversation piece." Fred blushed again as he stared at the table and wondered if every laugh that he had heard in that pub that afternoon was at his expense. Sophia took another sip of her wine before she said, "To answer your question, I would very much like to continue our relationship." "Really?" Fred responded, as he felt a sense of relief come over him as Sophia fumbled through her purse. "Yes," Sophia replied as she removed her cell phone and snapped two photographs of a surprised Fred. "What are you doing?" Fred asked as he obscured his face while he cowered in the corner of the booth. "Just preserving this glimpse of another side of you for posterity," Sophia answered. "You don't need to do that," Fred responded as Sophia put her phone away. "Sure I do. What else am I going to blackmail you with to make sure I see you like this again?" "Blackmail..." "I know it's a bit of overkill. I mean you dressed up in a dress and pantyhose and came out to meet me in a public place and all it took was a vague threat of some sort of exposure. Everyone has secrets, babe. They keep them even from those they shouldn't." Fred nodded before he pleaded, "You know my secret, now. Please delete the pictures. You don't need them!" Sophia shook her head as she replied, "I need something on you to help me make sure that I finally meet the real you." "You know me." "Given that you've kept this part of you hidden. I don't think I know the real you. I just know a part of you. The part you've wanted me to know. I'm going to make you explore this other side of you to get the full picture." "What do you have in mind?" "You'll find out," Sophia responded before she called over to the waitress for their check. Sophia paid the bill and told Fred to follow her. Fred walked beside Sophia trying to shield his face from the street with Sophia's body as they walked back to their condominium building as Sophia explained that she wanted to see how Fred behaved when she was not around. They walked into their condominium building and hit the elevator button. They got off at their floor and entered their unit. As Sophia closed the door behind them, she asked, "So would you like to introduce yourself to me?" "You know me," Fred responded after a pause. Sophia shook her head and said, "I know Fred. I don't this babe in front of me. Fred's a smart guy, I don't know if you are too or you're just another bimbo." "I'm not a bimbo!" Fred countered. "Well, that's a start. Now, why don't you tell me your name?" Sophia replied with a smile. "My name?" "Sure. I know that you've got a name. I'm sure you're not walking around this apartment alone in my panties without a name are you?" "I....," Fred went to answer, but he did not want to reveal that he had a feminine name he used to refer to himself as en femme. Sophia crossed her legs as she took out her cell phone and took another picture of him. She smiled at Fred and said, "You know it would be an awful shame if I forwarded this picture to...." "It's Cassidy," Fred interjected. Sophia put away her cell phone while she responded, "It's a pleasure to meet you Cassidy." "You too," Fred replied. "Cassidy, how much do you know about being a girl?" "A bit, I guess," Fred responded, unsure how Sophia wanted him to respond. "Well, why don't you show me how much of a girl you are?" "What do you mean?" "I want to see what kind of girl you are." "Okay, how do you want me to do that?" "Why don't you show me how a girl walks," Sophia said with a smile. Fred shrugged and began pacing about the room careful to wiggle his butt as he walked with each foot in front of the other before Sophia asked, "Why are your hands to your sides?" Fred nodded and held his hands slightly up and limp prompting Sophia to laugh. Fred paused and stared at her and asked, "What?" "That's how you walk like a girl?" "Yes." "Okay, Peg Bundy, but you look more like a mincing sissy than a real girl walking like that." Fred glared at Sophia before she said, "Walk more casually." Fred nodded and followed her directions before Sophia said, "Okay that's good enough." Fred stopped and looked at her before Sophia leaned back in her seat and said, "Sit." Fred sat down before Sophia added, "Like a girl." Fred crossed his legs and put his hands over his knees. Sophia dipped her head from side to side before she said, "That's lady enough I suppose. Now, why don't you speak?" "What do you want me to say?" Fred asked. "Anything. Just talk like a girl." Fred nodded and started to speak in a very high, screechy voice that prompted Sophia to laugh. "What?" Fred asked in his regular tone. "That voice isn't going to fool anyone." "I'm not trying to fool anyone," Fred retorted. "Well, I'll have to work on that." Fred looked at Sophia oddly before she tossed a quarter off the end table beside her seat across the room. Sophia smiled at Fred as she said, "Go pick that up please." Fred sighed and got to his feet as he went to bend from the waist, Sophia added, "Ah, ah, pick it up like a lady when you're wearing a dress. You don't want people looking at your panties or do you?" Fred blushed and shook his head before he bent at the knees and picked the quarter up and brought it back over to Sophia. "Thank you, Cassidy. Now, all women love to dance. Why don't you show me what you got?" "You know I can't dance." "Well, I know that my boyfriend has no rhythm, but I'm sure a lady like yourself can really get down." Fred shook his head before Sophia said, "Come on, I'll put on some music." "It won't help."' "Oh, please. Just imagine that you're dancing with some hunk of a man and think how you'd like to shake your ass for him." "I wouldn't." "Well, then how would you shake your ass for me?" Sophia asked with a grin. "I don't know about that. I'm really not into it. You know it's not something I think about it. I just can't bring myself to," Fred replied. "Keep an open mind or else!" Sophia retorted. "Or else what?" Fred countered before Sophia reached for her cell phone. Fred grimaced as he saw it and nodded as he swiftly added, "Okay. Okay. I'll try it." Sophia put a song and watched as Fred attempted to dance. She smirked at his complete lack of rhythm before she got up and tried to teach him some basic dance moves. Sophia smiled at his improvement before she kissed him. Fred felt strange as his girlfriend's hands rubbed against his dress and pantyhose as they made their way to their bedroom. Fred grinned at how excited Sophia seemed at that moment. Fred realized that she was taking more pleasure in his feminized appearance than even he was as she began pull his pantyhose and panties down his body to expose his erect manhood. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- The next morning, Fred arose with Sophia and made her breakfast as he often did on the weekend. As Sophia read the paper, she made no reference to their exploits the prior night while Fred walked around the kitchen dressed in a pair of his shorts and a t-shirt. They ate largely in silence that was interrupted only by brief discussions about what was in the news before Fred cleared the table and washed the plates. As he finished, Sophia put down the paper and smirked at him. Fred looked at Sophia uneasily before he asked, "What?" "I've got big plans for Cassidy today." "I think Cassidy's had enough for one weekend," Fred replied as he rubbed his arm. "That's too bad for her because we're just getting started," Sophia said as she got to her feet and took Fred by the hand. Fred wondered what Sophia had planned for them as she led him into their bedroom. Sophia opened her closet doors and pulled a sleeveless, off white belted sheath dress out of her closet. She smiled at it and said, "Try this one on." Fred shook his head as he was wearing nothing feminine at the moment. "I wasn't asking," Sophia replied with a smirk before she walked over to him with the dress. Sophia kissed his cheek as she handed him the dress. Fred stared at Sophia in silence before she began to tap her fingers against her right bicep and said, "Tick tock, babe." Knowing what Sophia could do if he disobeyed her, Fred pulled off his shirt and shorts and pulled the dress over his head. Sophia pulled at the dress as it rested over Fred's flat chest and barely covered his boxer shorts. Fred caught his reflection in the mirror of Sophia's vanity and cringed at his unambiguously male appearance beneath the dress. Without his makeup, stuffed bra and wig, Fred felt like a man in a dress. He was uncomfortable with his appearance, which Sophia noticed instantly. Sophia rubbed the soft fabric of the dress against his skin and said, "I think this will look great on Cassidy before she placed another kiss on his cheek. Fred began to get aroused by the feeling of Sophia's hands as they rubbed the fabric of the dress up and down his sides. Sophia smirked as she looked down and saw his member pushing his boxers and dress away from his body. Sophia laughed at it before she pushed Fred away from her and said, "Go take a shower and start getting Cassidy ready for a day on the town." "What?" "We're going out." "We can't go out. Everyone will know." "Only if you open your mouth, dear. You're quite passable otherwise. I don't think anyone would look twice at you as long as you stay quiet as a mouse." "Can't we stay here?" "I can't have a girlfriend I only see in my apartment. I always go out with my girlfriends." "I'm not one of your girlfriends. I'm your boyfriend," Fred countered, hoping that his words would sway Sophia. "Yes, you're my boyfriend, Fred, but Cassidy's a girlfriend, and I don't keep my girlfriend's holed up in my apartment." "Please...," Fred began to respond, but Sophia interjected. "Ah, no talking. Let's start practicing now. You just let me do all the talking babe, and you'll be fine. You should be seen, not heard. Like a good trophy wife." "Trophy wife," Fred repeated as he stomped his foot. Sophia smirked at his feminine response. She was enjoying his reaction too much to not tease him further, "Yes, you've got that statuesque 5'9" height and that lovely slender figure that turns all girly and sculpted when you pad it out." Fred's horrified stare in response made Sophia laugh before she said, "Now, be a good wife and get ready for me." "Did you just call me your wife?" "Yes, so what?" "I'm a man." "Okay, whatever you want to think in that pretty little head of yours is alright by me." Sophia condescending tone upset Fred as he shouted, "I'm not your trophy wife!" "Would you rather I call you my trophy sissy? I'll shout it at the walls. I'm sure our neighbors won't hear that," Sophia retorted before she winked and smiled. Sophia response made Fred blush as fears about what neighbors might think about what he had already screamed entered his head. Fred rubbed his neck as he replied, "No. I'm sorry." "See, you're obedient, like a good trophy wife," Sophia said as she kissed him on the lips and walked away from him. Fred rolled his eyes knowing that Sophia would never be obey any man if she objected to his wishes, but he knew that she expected him to as she wielded her blackmail material over his head even as he doubted that she would really reveal anything to humiliate him. Fred took off his dress and headed for the bathroom. Fred showered and shaved his body as he had the day before. After he got out of the shower, Fred shaved his face and walked into the bedroom where he found Sophia waiting for him while watching television. Sophia smiled as he entered the room. She got to her feet and showed him the outfit that she had picked out. Fred looked over the dress she had made him try on earlier in addition to the white bra, black panties, black tights as well as the pair of wedges he had worn the day before. As Fred looked over the clothing, Sophia called over to Fred, "I'm going to take a shower; I expect to see you dressed when I come out." Fred looked at Sophia and said, "I thought you didn't want me wearing your underwear anymore." "I don't, but this is just for today. You'll be getting some of your own soon enough." Fred nodded as he watched Sophia walk into their bathroom carrying her cell phone. Fred heard the lock on the bathroom door click before he began to get dressed in the outfit that Sophia picked out for him. Fred put on the panties first before he sat on the bed and slowly unrolled the tights up his legs. After he finished putting on his tights, Fred reached for the bra. He hooked the bra and then put it on overhead as he often did since there was nothing on his chest that would impede putting it on that way. With the bra in place, Fred stuffed it before he slipped the dress on over his head. Fred then picked up his wig and straightened it on his head in the mirror. Fred hated looking at his face sans makeup when he was dressed in girl's clothes and wore his wig. He waited impatiently for Sophia to get out of the bathroom as he secured his wig to his hair with bobby pins. Sophia came out of the bathroom dressed in her robe and smiled at Fred as she saw him adjusting his dress over his chest. "Cassidy, you can get into the bathroom and put on your makeup, now." Fred turned towards her and nodded his head as he walked towards the bathroom. Fred stood in front of the mirror and put on his lipstick, foundation, eyeliner and mascara as he had many times before. When he finished, he came out of the bathroom and saw that Sophia was dressed in a cream colored, cap sleeved, body hugging dress. Fred's eyes were drawn to the feminine peplum that adorned the dress at the waist. Black, floral patterned lace tights peeked out from beneath the well above the knee hemline of the dress's skirt. Her tights covered feet were covered by black, four inch heeled pumps. Sophia smiled as she walked past Fred and went into the bathroom to put on her own makeup. Fred ordinarily loved it when Sophia wore a dress when they went out. He adored the way she looked in revealing clothing as she had long, shapely legs and a figure that most girls would kill for. Still, he felt conflicted by it as he knew that they were both dressed in a way that was intended to draw attention to them. Fred knew that it would be difficult to be inconspicuous when they were both wearing well above the knee dresses that tended draw the attention of men and women. Fred felt more nervous about what they were doing than he had before. He wanted to find someway to talk her out of it, but he knew that as long as she had the pictures she had a certain power over him that was greater than her usual tactic of withholding sex. Sophia emerged from the bathroom and headed back into their bedroom. She gave Fred the pocketbook he had used the day before and asked, "Are you ready to go, sweetie?" Fred looked at her and said, "Are you sure this is really necessary?" "Of course. Who wants a boy going around their store buying panties? I mean, I guess you could if you really wanted to." Fred cringed at the thought of selecting female undergarments as a man. He shook his head and said, "No. You're right..." "Of course I am. I've told you before that you should let me do all the thinking for us, you ditz," Sophia responded with a smile. Fred bit his lip as he did not like being told by Sophia that she was smarter than him, even when she did it in a playful tone. Fred followed Sophia out the front door and headed for the elevator. Sophia hit the button and they entered the elevator and got off at the ground floor. As they walked out the building's front door, Fred whispered into Sophia's ear, "Where are we going?" "You'll find out," Sophia replied before she winked and told him to follow her. As they walked down the streets, Sophia told him about what her friends were up to. Fred nodded in silence as he listened to her stories about her friends that he largely did not care about. Sophia knew that too, but she also was well aware that Fred knew that he could not speak. She smiled as they walked along as she had a one sided conversation with Fred. As they neared the store that Sophia wanted to shop at, Sophia noticed two men pointing to them as they leered at their bodies. As they walked by the two men, Sophia smirked as she noticed that one man was clearly fixated on Fred and not her. Fred noticed it to and put his head down as he blushed. As they walked past them, Sophia looked back and caught the man staring at Fred's rear and legs. Sophia laughed at the man and whispered into Fred's ear, "What do you think would go through that guys mind if he ever finds out that the sexy slut he's going to jerk off to tonight probably has a bigger dick than him." Fred smiled and tried not to laugh for fear that his voice would give away that he was a man while the leering man was still in earshot. Sophia led Fred into a small shop on the side of the road and walked around the store with him. Fred perused the many racks of bras and bra and panties sets as Sophia walked beside him giving him her opinions of them. Fred responded as best he could with facial expressions and body language to convey his opinions. A salesgirl noticed them and asked if they needed any help, "No. We're good," Sophia answered as she continued showing the undergarments to Fred. After a couple of minutes, Fred selected a few pairs so that they could move on with their day. Sophia then took him over to the leg wear section and showed him different pairs of pantyhose and tights. She smiled at him as she held up a pair of fashion tights and asked, "What do you think?" Fred squinted his eyes and shrugged. "Now, what kind of answer is that?" Sophia asked. Fred shrugged again unsure of what she wanted him to do. Sophia pressed him, "What do you think of these." Fred sighed and held up a thumb. "You want them held up." Fred held his arms outstretched to the side for a moment until he felt his pocketbook sliding down his arm. Fred readjusted the bag over his shoulder and stared at her. "What do you think of the pattern?" Sophia asked. Fred stared at her in silence trying to figure away of responding to her question without saying a word. Sophia smiled at Fred's evident frustration. As Fred noticed her smile, he rolled her eyes prompting Sophia to laugh. Sophia patted Fred on the shoulder and asked, "Yes or no." Fred shrugged at her prompting Sophia to lower her head and shake it before she said, "You're making this like pulling teeth." Fred nodded prompting Sophia to laugh once more before she asked the question to Fred again. Fred nodded and Sophia handed him the pair of tights before they moved on to another pair. Fred selected a few pairs of tights and pantyhose before he paid for his undergarments and headed out of the store with the bag in hand. Sophia and Fred walked down the street, before Sophia pulled Fred into a department store. Fred followed Sophia into the woman's department and began to look through the racks of clothes with her. Sophia selected a violet colored, three-quartered sleeved, fitted crossover v-neck dress for him to try on. Fred shook his head and Sophia asked, "Why not?" Fred looked around and whispered into her ears, "They have cameras in there." "So?" Sophia asked. "The security guards will see that I'm all fake," Fred replied as he brushed his fake bust beneath his dress. Sophia smiled and said, "Who cares what people you'll never meet think?" Fred gave her a long silent stare before Sophia shook the dress on the hanger and said, "I want to see you come out wearing it." Fred put his head down and followed Sophia's instructions. He carried the dress into the dressing room and changed into it. He stared up at what he was sure were the hidden cameras and tried to think about anything other than someone noticing that he was not really a woman while he was trying on a dress in the ladies' dressing room stall. As he changed, Fred heard a knock on the door to the stall. Fred's heart raced as he stared at the door in silence before he heard Sophia say, "It's me, open up, Cassidy." Fred took a deep breath and let her in as she carried a black wool coat that she felt would go nicely with Fred's feminine wardrobe. Fred put the coat on over the dress before Sophia gave him a thumbs up and said, "You have to get it." Fred nodded and handed it back to her before he motioned to her to give her opinion about the dress. Sophia smiled and said, "You need to get that too." Fred smiled before Sophia stepped out of the stall so that Fred could get changed back into his dress. Fred walked out with the dress in hand and took hold of the coat from Sophia as Sophia went back to the racks looking for something for herself. Sophia asked for Fred's opinion as she selected various tops and bottoms until she selected a blouse and pants combination. She tried it on and Fred gave her an approving nod. They then took their selections to register. They purchased the items they selected and headed back to their condominium. On the way back to their home, Sophia pointed to a small caf? she wanted to get a quick lunch in. They walked in and Sophia gave both of their orders. They then carried their salads and waters to an open table and began to eat. As others overheard Sophia's talking to Fred, they noticed that Fred never responded audibly. A woman sitting nearby asked, "Is she okay?" Sophia smiled at the woman and said, "Yes, she just had throat surgery." "Oh, I'm sorry. I hope you feel better Miss," the woman said to Fred. Fred nodded and put his head down and went back to eating. The woman then asked Sophia, "Are you two sisters?" "Sister?" Sophia repeated prompting Fred to blush and smirk. "No. We're just friends," Sophia said after a pause. The woman smiled and turned away, letting Fred and Sophia finish their meals in peace. After they finished eating, they headed back to their home. Fred and Sophia put their purchases away before Sophia told Fred that they were going out to the movie theater. "What are we going to see?" Sophia casually responded with the name of a film Fred recognized. He knew that the film was a chick flick, but given his manner of dress at that moment, he did not feel comfortable trying to talk Sophia into seeing another film. They headed to a nearby movie theater and paid for their tickets. They sat together and watched the film. Fred was initially bored, but he made a conscious effort to follow the storyline. Fred found himself getting engrossed in the story line and enjoying the film by the end of it. After the movie, Fred and Sophia walked to a restaurant a few doors down form the movie theater. The hostess told them about the wait time so Fred and Sophia headed to the bar area. Sophia ordered drinks for the two of them as they sat down at the bar. Shortly after they sat down, a group of four guys entered the restaurant. They sat down at the bar and looked over at Fred and Sophia as Sophia talked to Fred. One of the guys said, "Can I get two drinks for the ladies?" "We're good," Sophia said to the bartender. The man who ordered the drink said, "Why, my money's no good here?" "No. We're not having another drink here." "Well, take it to your table then." "I don't want to lead you on." "Oh, your boyfriends are here," the guy said. "No. We don't have boyfriends," Sophia responded. "Oh, well, I'm Roger and this is..." "No. You're misunderstanding me. We're together." "Who?" Roger asked. Sophia pointed to Fred with her right hands as her left hand rubbed his shoulders while said, "Us." "Well, there's always room for one more," Roger replied prompting his friends to start laughing. "Yes, they don't look like lesbians to me," one of his friends interjected. Sophia whispered, "Let's give them a show." Before Fred could respond, Sophia tongue was in his mouth. They began to make out at the bar as the guys sitting to the right of them stood in stunned silence before they started cheering them on. As Sophia's lips left his, Fred blushed at the cheering. "I don't know if you enjoyed that," Roger said giving them an inquisitive look. "I sure did," one of Roger's friends interjected prompting laughter among the guys. "I don't know if the quiet one liked it. Did you?" Roger asked Fred. Fred nodded and put his head on Sophia's shoulder. "I can't see how. A girl needs a real man," Roger replied. "Why's that?" Sophia retorted. "Protection and getting plowed," Roger responded with a laugh. Sophia smirked as she replied, "We can protect ourselves and the well of loneliness has long since turned into a spring of Sapphic bliss that you dicks can't match in the bedroom." "I think I can prove you wrong," Roger said as his friends started to laugh. "Well, if you let me fuck you the way I fuck Cassidy here, you might reconsider that." Roger and his friends laughed while Fred began to slink down in his chair. He blushed at Sophia's public claims about their relationship. Even while he knew they were untrue and the men assumed he was Sophia's lesbian lover, that part of Fred that still thought of himself as a man hated hearing his girlfriend publicly exclaim that she penetrated him. "So what? She's your bitch?" Roger asked with a laugh. Sophia shook her head and glared at Roger as she replied, "No. She's my sweet little submissive bride." "She's your sub? I thought girls want to be equals." "That's political feminism. Few girls want to be equals. Some want to be dominated, others want to dominate." "What about guys?" Roger asked. "They want it one way or the other too. Finding the right match is all that really makes every good relationship. Every alpha must find her sub." Fred felt aroused as he thought about what Sophia said. Sophia noticed his smile and placed an arm around his shoulder. She leaned towards him and kissed him before the hostess told them that a table was ready for them. Sophia and Fred followed the hostess to the table and sat across from each other at the two seat table. Sophia talked with Fred who responded only with pantomimed answers as he had most of the day. When the waiter came by and asked for their orders. Sophia ordered for the both of them and explained to the waiter that Fred had recently undergone throat surgery. The waiter told Fred that he hoped that he would feel better soon before he brought over a bottle of wine and poured two glasses. Fred smiled at his girlfriend as Sophia slipped off her shoe and began to run her foot up his leg. Fred could not wait for their meal to be over as Sophia was exciting him in ways he had never thought she could. Fred paid the bill at the end of the night, and they headed back to their apartment. As they reached the door to their unit, Sophia kissed Fred and said, "You know that we'll be doing this again." "I won't fight it," Fred said as he stepped through the doorway and closed the door behind him. Sophia smiled back at Fred as she led him towards the couch. Sophia fell down onto it and Fred leapt upon her, prompting Sophia to laugh as Fred kissed her neck. She ran her fingertips up his dress and stroked his member through his panties and tights. Fred wanted to rush to get them off, but Sophia was in no rush for him to do so. She slunk out of her own tights and kicked them to the floor as Fred continued to kiss and fondle her. Sophia clutched Fred's face as he pulled off of her for a second. Fred said, "What?" Sophia grinned as she playfully pushed him off the couch. Fred stared up at her with his arms outstretched to the side. Sophia smiled as she said, "It's time to pleasure me like a good wife should." Fred went to ask what she meant, but Sophia hiked up her dress to expose her moist pussy that he was at eye level with. Fred smirked at Sophia's playful demand that he submit to her. Fred had never seen her as brazen with her displays of her dominance in their relationship. Fred could not deny that he liked it. Fred moved his face between her thighs and watched as Sophia closed her eyes. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- As the workweek started, Fred found himself going to work wearing panties beneath his dress pants at Sophia's insistence. While he enjoyed the soft feeling of them, he was in constant fear of bending over wrong and exposing them. That fear was the main reason that he had resisted Sophia's insistence that he wear them. Sophia knew how to get Fred to overcome that fear. She threatened to reveal the pictures she had of him en femme to the very coworkers he was afraid of exposing his panties to if he did not submit to her demand. Given the alternative, Fred felt that he had no choice but to wear the panties. Fred found that his movements were more careful at work as a result. He constantly made sure that he always bent at the knees, which he knew was a womanish movement. That realization in addition to the silky fabric of the panties made frequent erections the thing he found himself trying to cover up the most at work as he performed his duties as an IT Project Manager. Fred was one of three IT Project Managers in the company's IT department. Fred was not close with any of his fellow IT workers, but he liked to share in their gripes about the less technologically inclined employees whose mistakes they frequently found themselves fixing. Most of Fred's thoughts, however, revolved around the prior weekend and his weeknights' en femme with Sophia. Sophia made Fred change into Cassidy the minute he got home every evening. At first, however, Fred acted as if it was a chore, but by Wednesday, he had dropped that pretense as he knew that he was not fooling himself or Sophia. Fred looked forward to his time as Cassidy all day. When he would go home, Fred would help Sophia cook and clean their condominium unit before they would watch television together and spend a night together with Sophia taking the lead in the bedroom. Fred felt a bit emasculated by Sophia's increasing dominance, but he could not deny that he had never been more satisfied with his personal life or sex life. On Thursday, Fred came home with every intention to get changed into a dress and start helping his girlfriend around the home, but as he walked through the door he saw Sophia's friend, Grace. Grace was a busty woman with an hourglass figure that her friends all envied. Fred said hello to the stunning brunette before Sophia told Fred that Grace had stopped by unexpectedly after work. Fred said that it was a pleasure to see her as he made his way into the kitchen and asked Sophia if Grace was staying for dinner. Grace said that she had to get going soon. Fred nodded to her as he came out of the kitchen before Sophia said, "Grace don't get upset by Fred." "I wasn't," Grace replied as she looked at Sophia oddly. "Okay, but I know that Fred gets his panties in a knot when people stop by unexpectedly," Sophia replied with a smile. Fred gave his girlfriend a glare as he knew that she was well aware that he was actually wearing panties. Grace smiled back at Sophia before she asked, "Is that true, Fred." Fred shook his head and walked back into the kitchen. Sophia laughed at Fred and told Grace, "You have to forgive him. Fred's become a bit of queen when some says anything that insults his masculinity lately." "He shouldn't feel threatened," Grace replied. Fred took a deep breath as he heard Sophia and her friend talking about him. Fred walked back over to them and took a seat next to the two women. Sophia smiled at Fred and said, "I know that he feels threatened, almost as if someone had seen him walking around in a skirt or something." Sophia words made Fred glare at her while Grace shifted uncomfortably in her seat. "Should I get going?" Grace asked Sophia. "No, don't worry about him. I just like to poke him." "Is that what that letter was about?" "What letter?" Fred asked. "The one she asked me to put under your door for you last week. She told me that she told you about it." "What did she tell you about it?" Fred asked as he started to feel nauseous. "Not much. I still don't even know what was in the letter." "It was personal," Sophia replied with a smile to her friend before she thanked her again for dropping off the letter for her. Fred squirmed in his chair as he nodded to Sophia before Grace announced that she had to leave. Fred and Sophia saw her out before he looked at her and asked, "What the hell was that about?" "What?" Sophia asked with a smile. "Why did you say all those things about me?" "I didn't say much of anything about you?" "You told her I was a queen, and get my panties in a bunch, and you hinted that someone caught me in a skirt." "Oh, she wouldn't have thought anything about any of those comments if you hadn't overreacted to them." "That's not an excuse?" "I'm not making excuses. You need to get thicker skin about Cassidy. I need to know that if someone questions your masculinity in a joking way you're not going to get ridiculously defensive and give yourself away." "Well, what if she tells her husband or someone else?" "Grace doesn't know anything, and she's not the type to talk about private matters with others. She can keep a secret." "Is that why you had her drop the letter off?" "That and I knew that she was the only one of my friends I could trust not to try to find a way to steam open the envelope and read the letter before delivering it." "Well what if she had read it?" Sophia smirked and said, "Well, then I imagine that there would be one less guy at my friends' parties staring down her top." Fred stared at her and knew that if Grace found out his secret he would to ashamed to even look at her. Sophia smiled at him before she kissed him and slapped him on his rear before she said, "Now, go put a dress on." ----------------------------------------------------------------------- As the following weekend finally came, Fred was a bit dejected about what the weekend had in store for him. Fred had largely enjoyed his weeknights en femme, but he knew that the weekend would not provide him with any opportunities to explore being Cassidy with Sophia. They were scheduled to spend the weekend with Sophia's family at her parents' home. Fred loved their home and the quiet vista that surrounded it after the summer crowds had gone home and left the village for the year round residents. Fred and Sophia made the long familiar trip to her parents' home. While Fred loved their home, Fred hated seeing Sophia's family as neither one of her parents felt that Fred was good enough for their daughter. Despite making this clear to him with various hints over the years, they otherwise treated him politely. That was more than could be said for her brother, Sal. Sal was not shy about letting his sister know that he did not consider Fred man enough to be her boyfriend. Sophia frequently ended up having to defend Fred to her brother when she was not simply dismissing Sal's comments off hand. Sophia pulled her car up in front of her parents' home. Fred got of the car and helped her carry their luggage to the door before Sophia knocked on it. Sophia's mother, Kelly, opened the door and let them inside. Fred and Sophia said hello to her parents and Sal before they put their bags away in the guest room. After they came back down from the upstairs, Fred and Sophia sat with Sophia's family and made small talk about their trip and what they were up to at work. Fred never found such mindless chatter very interesting, but they were part of the niceties he had to endure to coexist with her family. After dinner, Fred joined Sophia and her brother Sal out on the patio. They sat down at a table and began to talk about work when Fred asked Sophia if she had hired a cleaning lady for their condominium. Sophia shook her head as she replied, "We don't need a cleaning lady. Our home is not that big and Fred helps out so it doesn't take much to clean it." "You do housework," Sal said as he shook his head at Fred. "Yes, it's not the 1950's," Sophia retorted. "Sis, you got to let a man be a man, if he's really a man at all," Sal responded as he took another sip of his beer. Fred glared at Sal, but he knew better than to pick fights with Sophia's family. Sophia stared at her brother and said, "Fred's a good man, better than most." Sal shook his head at Fred and said, "Are you going to defend yourself, or are you just going to keep hiding behind my sister's skirt?" Fred went to shout at Sal, but Sophia interjected, "Well, maybe if you were a little more restrained around girls' families and little more helpful you wouldn't be single." Fred smirked at Sal's angry face. Fred knew that Sophia knew how to poke Sal when he got out of line. Sal shook his head while went into the home and retired to his bedroom as Fred and Sophia spent time with Kelly and Albert. After talking for a few hours with Sophia's parents, Fred and Sophia went up to their room. Sophia smiled at Fred as she closed the door and said, "How are you holding up with them?" "They've been worse," Fred answered with a grin. Sophia joined Fred in bed and said, "You don't let my brother get to you do you?" "It's hard sometimes, but I can take what he gives." "Good. Good," Sophia said as she put her head on Fred's chest. Fred smirked as he turned his face towards Sophia and asked, "Say, your brother says I was hiding behind your skirt, what do you imagine he would think if he knew that I sometimes wear some of them?" Sophia laughed and said, "He'd be sure that he was right about you and even angrier that I couldn't care less about his opinion." "Well, thanks for defending me from him," Fred whispered. "I'll always defend you," Sophia said in a matter of fact tone. "My hero," Fred said responded he kissed her, prompting Sophia to laugh. The next morning, Fred and Sophia ate breakfast with her parents. They spent some time together before they started on the long trip back home as the evening came. Fred and Sophia got back to their city residence and carried their things into their building before they hit the elevator button doors. After they entered their unit, Sophia smiled at Fred and said, "We've still got some time for Cassidy to make an appearance in her Sunday best." Fred shook his head and said, "Next week. I'm just too tired." Sophia looked saddened before she nodded as she replied with a smile, "I'll hold you to it." ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Fred and Sophia spent their workweek much as they had the prior week. Fred went to work wearing female lingerie under his work clothes and even wore a pair of tights on a particular cool autumn Thursday. Fred spent some time as Cassidy each evening with Sophia as they both looked forward to the weekend. The day that Fred was most looking forward to and dreading was Saturday. Fred and Sophia were invited to one of Sophia's friends' Halloween parties. Fred had previously enjoyed himself at the parties the past few years, but he feared what Sophia was going to make him wear. Sophia told him that she had picked out his costume. Fred was not surprised that Sophia was not letting him have any say in what he was going to wear. She had done it to him in years past when she selected matching costumes for them. Still, given the events of the prior weeks, Fred feared that Sophia might take her increasing dominance of their relationship too far. While the weekend he spent with her parents diminished that fear, a dull sense of dread remained. As Fred worked, he often found himself wondering what costume Sophia had picked out for him. Fred was sure that it was going to be something that humiliated him to his core like a French Maid or Wonder Woman costume. When Saturday came, Sophia gave Fred no hints as to what he was going to be wearing that evening. As Fred went around cleaning their home in a floral print housedress and red flats, he could never put his curiosity over his costume out of his mind for long. He looked around their home for the costume whenever he got a chance, but he did not find it. As the evening drew near, Fred showered before the party. After he came out of the shower, he heard Sophia whistling in the living room. Fred turned down the hallway and followed the sound. Fred stared at her as she sat on the couch dressed in a slutty Dorothy costume. Fred smiled at the way her slender legs looked in the white tights and ruby red heels before his mind invariably drifted to what she had picked out for him. Fred sighed as he looked at her and asked, "Let me guess, I'm going to be a slutty Wicked Witch." Sophia looked at him oddly before she replied, "Don't be ridiculous. It's hard to look slutty with green skin and a pointy nose." Fred smiled at Sophia as she got to her feet and added, "No, I've got something much better in store for you." "What?" "I'm going to dress you up to show everyone who you really are." "What's that supposed to mean?" Fred asked his heart started to race. "You'll see," Sophia answered as she walked through the doorway to their bedroom. Fred followed behind her and saw that his costume was laid out for him on the bed. Fred cringed as he looked at the white waist cincher with a garter belt, nude seamed nylon stockings, white bullet bra and heels that went with the swing dress. "Oh, God, you're dressing me up as Katy Perry." Sophia stared at Fred in stunned silence for a minute, "Well, I'm sure that you've kissed a girl and liked it, but you're a bit off, dear." "What is it then?" Fred asked. "It's a 1950's costume," Sophia responded as she crossed her arms and shook her head a little "Oh, now, I see it." "Yes, once I point it out. How unusual," Sophia responded with a smile. Fred rolled his eyes, but he knew that his girlfriend was well aware of how unperceptive he generally was. "Wait, you said you were trying to..." "Show everyone who you really are with a costume," Sophia interjected to finish Fred's sentence. "But how does..." Sophia cut Fred off again as she replied, "It shows everyone that you're my dutiful little wife. We both know that you obey my wishes just like a 1950's housewife obeyed her husbands. Since we can't really shout that from the rooftops in polite society, Halloween's the only day we can show others how we really are together." Fred nodded as his member started to grow engorged as he listened to Sophia's explanation. Fred loved the very idea of it even as he dreaded wearing the costume around their friends. Still, Fred knew that it was going to turn him on all night as well as Sophia. Fred could see in Sophia's eyes that the real fun would not come until after they left their party and Sophia took her husbandly rights. Sophia smiled at Fred as he stared down at his clothes and asked, "What are you waiting for? We've got to leave in an hour." Fred nodded and looked at her and asked, "You want me to get dressed in front of?" "What difference does it make? I see you naked everyday." "Yes, but...," Fred began to respond but cut himself off. Fred had never changed into his female clothes in front of her, but he knew that any objections he raised about it would be dismissed offhand. Fred dropped his towel as he took hold of the waist cincher. Sophia leaned against Fred's armoire and could see his erect manhood flopping about as he put on the waist cincher with his back turned to her. "You're enjoying this aren't you?" Sophia asked with a smile. Fred blushed as he looked over his shoulder to her and nodded. Sophia walked over to him and clutched his member. Fred smiled and blushed as he felt Sophia's warm hand on his erect manhood before Sophia kissed his cheek and said, "I am too, but we have to tuck this away good. We don't want anyone seeing that you're having too much of a good time tonight, do we?" Fred blushed and shook his head furiously. The last thing he wanted anyone besides Sophia to know about him was that he was enjoying how he was going to be dressed that night. Fred hurried over to his armoire and took out two pairs of panties he had bought for himself and put them on before he removed and put back on his waist cincher. Sophia smiled at the shape Fred's body took with his member tucked away and the curvier waist he sported with the cincher on. As Sophia laid across their bed and propped herself up with her left forearm, Fred grabbed the bullet bra. He hooked it and placed it on overhead before he sat on the edge of his bed and started putting on his stockings. As Fred pulled each stocking up his leg, he felt the bed shaking a little. He peered over to his side and saw Sophia's feet swinging rapidly off the edge of the bed. Fred smiled at her evident excitement before he stood up and stuffed and his bra. Fred then put on the black swing dress. The dress had a round neckline with pleats at the bust and down skirt of the dress. The dress was accentuated with a faux fur collar as well as faux fur cuffs on its ? length sleeves. Fred then finished off the outfit with the black patent leather pumps his girlfriend had laid out for him. Fred went to grab his wig, but Sophia stopped him as she said, "No, I've got you a new wig for the party." Fred smiled at her and watched as she opened her closet door and pulled out the blonde, flip style wig. Fred knew that the style was unambiguously dated as he put it on his head. Fred secured it in place with bobby pins before he put on his makeup. Sophia watched as Fred put on his makeup. She found herself obsessed with watching him feminize himself for her. His submissive devotion to her made her feel good about herself as well as closer to him than she had ever felt before. As Fred finished with his makeup, Sophia walked over with a blackhead band. She put in on his head to further secure the wig and smiled. She leaned on Fred who clutched the vanity to maintain his balance as she stared into the mirro